Chapter 9

Now I placed a future assassin in prison.

I had father remove the clan called Red Flower.

Aren’t all future threats gone?

What did this imply?

I can laze around until my 16th birthday.

Ahahahahah, this is the cheat called memories of a past life.

…

So explain how the hell I end up here again.

I was standing, well, floating or drifting, depending on how you see it, on the endless sea with the old man scratching his cheek.

“In the first place, how come I don’t even remember why and how I died?”

I died at 12 this time.

The old man coughed in his fist.

“About that… the city was blown up”

“HA?”

He waved his hand, immediately changing the reflection on the water.

In it I saw several hooded people placing boxes in the city.

Fastforwarding a bit, those boxes exploded, and it had the firepower of around tier 3-4.

The old man kept shaking his head, almost as if he expected it.

“...There are hundreds of people after you, not just those two. In fact, you can also die by the mistake of an ally, for instance, perhaps you were hit on the head too hard during training. Or an alchemist messed up a potion and resulted in spreading a disease, or causing an explosion”

“...”

He clapped his hands, indicating this conversation was over.

“All I can say is, good luck next round”

Then he started to turn the humongous wheel.

…

GOD.

F**K.

WHY AM I A BABY AGAIN?

…

I’ll just have to act a bit asocial for the time being. Anyway, those people, they used tier 6 anti detection scrolls.

How generous of them. Tier 6 are literally the top of the world.

There are records as well as proof a tier 7 exists, however such magic and scrolls are long lost.

A magician capable of casting a tier 6 spell is worth more than a thousand mages capable of casting multiple tier 5 spells.

A tier 6 against a tier 5 is basically the same as a tier 6 against tier 1.

That’s how big the difference is. It doesn’t matter, no matter how many numbers you gather, in front of a tier 6, it is as good as meaningless.

A tier 6 scroll is basically a national grade treasure.

The Ameuthe continent has only one tier 6 mage, who is from the Blicsoca Empire.

It is also because of that person’s existence no one dares to try and overthrow the Blicsoca Empire’s reign.

Conrid has none, but there are rumours they have a large stock of tier 6 scrolls.

It is unknown if the Azure continent even has mages in the first place, much less magic scrolls.

As for the Holy Land. They have four tier 6 mages.

FOUR!

Each capable of leveling a small country by themselves.

The only reason they aren’t overlords is due to their limited mana.

Even if they can cast tier 6 magic, they can’t do it repeatedly, and casting it takes a considerable amount of time.

Well, the good thing is, not all four are under the control of the Asgard Empire.

2 of them are unaffiliated and roam the world freely, however they usually keep their sphere of activity within the Holy Land.

As a warrior(?) who doesn’t use mana, I am grateful that the species called mages are truly eccentric and keep their heads in their books.

I sidetracked.

According to what gramps said, I can die in the most random ways. Come to think about it, in my first life I wasn’t attacked by that assassin when I was 6.

At any rate, it means I can’t do much since I won’t know how I’ll die if it is different from my last life.

So the only option is assuring my own safety instead of preventing the danger.

If I recall correctly, I’m 3 this year. I'd better start training my body as soon as possible.

However, as I was thinking that, someone force fed me something sour.

Damn this incompetent body, I can’t even do anything while I’m poisoned.

I could only wait until I died.

Soon after I returned to the forever stretching darkness.

I patiently wait for the light tug to appear so I can move on to the endless sea.

…

“You sure died quickly this time”

I rolled my eyes at him.

We had a strange relationship.

It seems he can see everything I do. Like, privacy please?

He is also the only one who knows about my regressions, and whom I can talk to about it.

“Well, apparently my ‘good luck’ doesn't help much but try your best at this regression. You’ll get there eventually”

He turned around, twisting his upper body, exerting his momentum on the colossal wheel.

Somehow his back seemed lonely.

Pitiful even.

But soon my thoughts fade away as I am reborn once more.

I think I’m getting used to being a baby.

Damn.

How sad my life has become.

I cried that night, and had no intention to stop.